Inner Appetite Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sneaking up from behind curtains of yesterday, melodies begin
strumming their way into innate talent, shaking up ideas in-
teriorly, causing quite a stir.

Somewhat like a feeding frenzy out in shark-infested waters,
being circled, watching in mysterious waters of fascination
as mystical purposes are identified below the surface.

Acknowledging and taking them into the circle of intellect,
reality and imagination, gently being tempted in tides of
interior oceans.

Flowing fluently with an energy of contemplation as it takes
me away into another dimension far from this earthly life and
into refreshing outlooks forthcoming in the future.

Knowing nothing of what will be contained or learned, trust-
ing only in every possibility that enters this photographic
moment in time and space.

Living alone in this creatively beautiful environment, loving
how it suits me perfectly, having no need of anything as long
as I'm writing from an inner appetite that's never-ending.